Bruce Dickinson. Accident Of Birth. Omega. Zeneszám

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

The ashes drift away, smoke of our confusion
We turn our frightened faces to each other, say goodbye
Waited for the sign, waited for the moment
Waited for the miracle to arrive
I guess they lied

Look at your future
Take a look at your burning sky
Look at your future
Look at your burning sky

The others, they have gone
Who wants to live forever
With nothing left to hold on to the past that we once knew?
We believed in heaven, we believed in angels
With arms of purest white
To hold us, catch us when we fall

Look at your future
Take a look at your burning sky
Look at your future
Now look at your burning sky

Now it's omega zero day
The red star shines it's last rays
The sun that gave us life yesterday
Is now the sun that takes our lives away

(Oh, oh-oh-oh)
Take a look at your future
Look at your burning sky
Look at your future
Look at your burning sky

Now it's omega zero day
The red star shines it's last rays
The sun that gave us life yesterday
Is now the sun that takes our lives away

Now it's omega zero day
The red star shines it's last rays
The sun that gave us life yesterday
Is now the sun that takes our lives away